SADBOY - FINN WOLFHARD ✔

TWELVE!

LYKKE LI - BETTER ALONE

"WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO WHEN MAKIN' LOVE DON'T MAKE IT RIGHT."

Wyatt had to take everything that Finn had, it felt like a punch in the gut, four years of not speaking, and this was how Wyatt came back into his life. He almost preferred not to know, here he was, worrying up a storm at how he had betrayed his girl, to find out she had done the exact same thing a few days ago. How she still walked into his life as nothing had happened, Finn was eating himself alive at the guilt, but she doesn't seem to be fazed.

Wyatt stares at the taller boy, who looks blank, he starts to walk away, not wanting to say anything else, nor does he have anything left to say. Finn can't help but not let it go, throwing his cigarette to the ground, stomping on it, letting the flame die. He charges towards Wyatt, pushing him to the concrete path, hitting the ground. He lays there for a second, his arms breaking the fall had a rush of pain going through them, regardless he still pushed his hurting body from the ground, standing on his wobbly feet. Turning round to be met with the fist of Finn, no longer will Finn be the one to fall to the floor in agony, this is payback, payback from the shove and public humiliation he suffered in the cafeteria, he stumbles back, he doesn't want to fight Finn, but it's Wyatt who's involved, he knew it's wrong, Finn deserves to feel like this, deserves to punch him and yell in his face, but he doesn't back down, instead adds fuel to the fire as she punches him right in the gut, where all his detailed bruises lay.

He stumbles back a few steps, clenching onto his stomach, his teeth ground together as his knuckles tightened, but no, he won't back down, Wyatt deserves to leave with every limb in his body broken.

"You fucker!" Finn screams.

He swings for his face, the two gaining attention of passersby, as they attack one another he hears shouts from his friends, who stare at the unpleasant scene unfolding in front of them, not sure whether to step in or not. Finn launches himself on top of Wyatt, attacking Wyatt with several hits to the face, his knuckles hurt with every punch, getting more busted up with every hit, Wyatt gains strength, squirming out of his hold, pulling at his curls and hitting him in the back of the head, blood drips from both their faces, along cut running across Finn's cheek, and Wyatt with a busted nose. No longer could they just stand and watch, Jack, runs towards them, pulling Finn off as he continues to scream at Wyatt.

He tries to squirm out of the hands of Jack, but his grip is tight as his feet drag against the ground and back into the store, the rest of the friend group pile in, rushing every customer out the door before locking it, switching the sign around to signal it's closed. Finn is still filled with anger, wanting to break his face more, Ayla leaves the room, coming back with a first aid kit.

"Here let me help you," she says, but he's bitter, not wanting sympathy from his friends, he snatches the kit from her, walking out of the room to walk to the bathroom, they all looked at him amazed, it was rare to see Finn mad, he was usually quiet, nice, but something inside him had switched, they four all look in between them, not knowing who should go in and comfort her. Malcolm shrugs his shoulders, telling it should be Ayla, but Stephanie seems to believe it should be Jack, so the pair go to comfort Finn together.

They walk into him, staring at himself with a mirror, unwrapping the bandages on his knuckles, their eyes scan to meet his fucked knuckles, deep cuts, scabbing skin, for all they knew, it could be infected, he doesn't say anything to them, looking at them through the mirror, his lips are pressed together with a cold glare, focusing on reapplying new bandages.

"Let us help you," Jack says, taking them from his hands, knowing Finn would just be useless, he doesn't argue, jumping onto the counter, flashing his hands letting him bandage the cuts, he's too tired, to fight them on something that doesn't matter. "Why'd you punch him?" Ayla asks, breaking the deadly silence in the room, he sighs, shaking his head. "It's Wyatt, we don't exactly have a great history."